Moe: Gee, business stinks tonight. Where's Barney, Lenny, and Carl?
Homer: Aw, they never come around any more now that they've got their
_mistresses_.
Moe: [sighs] Might as well close the dump.
[outside, Quimby leads a bunch of people toward the bar]
Quimby: I am going to drink you under the table.
Man: No, I am going to drink _you_ under the --
[the "Moe's" lighted sign turns off]
[the crowd sighs and turns back]
Homer: [yawns] Well, you're closing, it's getting late, my kids are
probably wondering where their dad is...
[grabs Moe, implores] There's got to be some other place we can
go. Thank, Moe, think!
-- Staying away from the loving wife and children,
"Team Homer"
